Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

"Where did you catch the young golden dragon?"

The blood princess Stella looked at the young golden dragon fighting with the skeleton guards in the magic mirror in front of her, and couldn't help looking back at the black-haired man sitting on the throne.

"..."

The Demon King remained silent, staring at the magic mirror in front of him that could patrol the cemetery, looking at the young dragon fighting in it, and wondering why this dragon appeared in his Demon King's City.

Yes, although he caught this young dragon with his own hands, the Demon King couldn't figure out what the uncle who asked him to do this was up to.

Although the uncle told him that he was mainly looking for him to correct the uncle's addiction to magic, such a reason really made him unconvinced.

It's just a addiction to magic. Let's not talk about whether it can be regarded as a disease. Is it a good thing or a bad thing to suffer from this disease? These are still to be discussed.

Even if it really needs to be corrected, where can't there be a choice? Why did he choose his dead soul city? Is it just because the Land of the Dead is more suitable? Can it provide a greater sense of crisis? Can stimulating this uncle dragon inspire more potential and suppress this bad habit?

Wayne didn't quite believe the reason given by the uncle. Perhaps the reason was true, and there were indeed these considerations, but the Demon King believed that the ancestor golden dragon, known as the Holy Dragon, had other deeper considerations and only told part of the truth.

This is the most cunning part of the metal dragon clan. They really won't deceive people, but telling only part of the truth is sometimes more deadly than making up lies. Even if prophecy spells are used for investigation, no problems can be found.

"Your Majesty, please say something. This young dragon, is it not the offspring of the Holy Dragon?"

Seeing the silent Demon King, Stella felt terrified.

The question she asked was actually redundant. A golden dragon with such a special shape, even if it searches the world, even if it goes to other planes, it is probably difficult to find a similar third one. If it is not the offspring of that dragon, who else can it be?

"This is indeed the son of the holy dragon. What do you think is wrong?"

Although he subconsciously felt that there was a problem, he had no choice but to accept this commission full of doubts. The demon king looked coldly at the blood princess who dared to question him.

His helplessness and compulsion were because he was facing the ancestor of the dragon uncle who could crush him in both name and status, not the princess who could only enjoy his love under his crotch now.

"Your Majesty, calm down. How could I question your wisdom?!"

Feeling the abyss, the vast and surging demon power, the princess who had already stood at the top of the blood lineage prostrated herself on the ground.

Even if she had personally helped the demon king to ascend to his current position step by step, that was in the past. She had lived for thousands of years and knew that she could occupy a high position and hold power with this merit.

If she really thought that she could act recklessly in front of the demon king, then she would not be far from death. She had seen too many similar things.

Therefore, she knew how to grasp her identity and status very well. If there was anything wrong, she would immediately surrender. Under the cruel and tyrannical appearance of the demon king, there was also a kind and compassion that would not be shown to too many people.

"You are afraid, right?"

Wayne stood up and looked down at the princess crawling on the ground below, showing her graceful body curves. There was no warmth in his eyes, only indifference and coldness.

"I am afraid that the golden dragon will take off my head just like it took off the head of the Immortal King, and then make you lose your power and status in one day."

"I..."

Stella trembled and dared not say a word. Of course, she could say that she was not afraid, but not to mention that the demon king in front of her did not believe it, she herself did not believe it.

As for the consequences of lying in front of this demon king, many colleagues have helped her verify it.

To be honest, the Holy Dragon that beheaded the Immortal King is indeed the mortal enemy of the Undead Kingdom, but it is precisely because the Immortal King was defeated that the second generation of the Undead King was able to take the throne.

In the eyes of the Blood Princess, the Demon King in front of him only needs to be hostile to the Holy Dragon in name, why should he really provoke the Holy Dragon?

Ordinary countries can also explain such actions as boosting morale, but what kind of morale is needed for the Undead to fight. Forcibly kidnapping the son of the Holy Dragon is harmful and has no benefits no matter how you look at it. She really can't understand why the Demon King would do such a thing.

"Since you are so afraid of the Holy Dragon, you will take care of his offspring."

"I will take care of it?"

Stella raised her head suddenly, looking stunned.

"That's right, you will take care of the dragon's diet and daily life. You can neither let him live comfortably nor let him have any problems."

Wayne threw all the requirements made by the uncle to the princess and asked her to execute them. He couldn't resist that ancestor, so could he not exploit this vampire toy?

"Your Majesty!"

"What? Do you still want to disobey my orders?"

"I dare not!"

Watching the enchanting figure with a bitter back leaving, the devil fell into deep thought.

The reason why he felt that the uncle sent his own son here for another purpose was because he had successfully obtained huge benefits from the immortal king in the past thirty years. It was because he had a guilty conscience that he saw everything wrong.

"I haven't told anyone about this, how did my uncle know about it?"

The young man sitting on the throne of the Demon King raised his hand, and from his palm, a crescent blade that was shining with hazy golden light but was pure white and flawless gradually emerged.

This is a weapon with a narrow and slightly curved blade. Although there is no decoration on it, its pure white material itself has a kind of exquisite and flawless beauty, and the breath released from it makes the creatures who see it have an impulse to kneel down and worship involuntarily.

The origin of this weapon is very simple. It is made from a rib removed from the Immortal King. It can be said that as the second generation of the Undead King, the Demon King Wayne has basically spent more than 30 years of energy on this weapon.

Although he independently completed the collection of raw materials and polishing and refining of this weapon, there has never been a wall that is impenetrable in this world.

Even if he hadn't told anyone about it, as long as it happened, it would be possible for someone to spy on it.

Therefore, Wayne was not very confident that the uncle of the holy dragon would know about it. After all, he had taken the head of the Immortal King away.

While the devil was confused and entangled, the young dragon he had caught was fighting bravely. Although he was facing only elite skeleton soldiers, human soldiers with complete equipment could eliminate them without injury under the same number.

But Tyramus was just a young dragon who was only three years old. Although he had a body length of nearly ten meters since birth, even a simple and rough dragon car collision could crush a large number of skeleton soldiers, but the number of skeleton soldiers was too large, and the average strength was gradually increasing, which made the battle of the young dragon gradually become difficult.

Dragons are powerful and can fight for a long time and at a high intensity, but dragons have not jumped out of the category of creatures after all. He will still feel tired and hungry.

Even Tyramus, who has the blood of the ancestral dragon, is the same. After two days and one night of continuous fierce fighting, the movements of this young dragon began to slow down. He is now tired, sleepy and hungry. He needs to eat a lot and rest.

"Your Highness Stella, this young dragon is almost exhausted. Do you still need to send cannon fodder?"

In the dark corner of the cage as large and magnificent as an arena, a mummy pharaoh with a shriveled body like old bacon respectfully leaned over a charming woman shrouded in endless shadows.

This vampire duchess who kowtowed and flattered in front of the devil was like a noble queen at this moment. Her eyes did not stay on the mummy priest for even a breath. All her attention was on the golden dragon cub covered with a layer of ashes, watching his every move.

"Continue, but bring enough food."

Stella ordered in a cold tone.

"Carry enough food?"

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Even though the facial muscles had withered and shriveled thousands of years ago, making it difficult to make any expression, the soul fire that suddenly jumped in the skull could fully express the surprise and confusion of the mummy pharaoh.

"Of course, do you want to starve this dragon to death?"

Stella looked at the mummy pharaoh with disgust and contempt. It was hard to imagine how there could be such a stupid undead? The brains of these guys had long been withered and rotten, but the jumping soul fire still made them unable to maintain their thinking?

"Of course not, but what should I feed him?"

The pharaoh knew what kind of identity and status this damn blood bat had in the cemetery. Therefore, even if he was used like a slave, he would not have any complaints. It was just a temporary humiliation. He did not have the pitiful emotions of mortals.

"You ask me this question? Do you want me to teach you how to summon a skeleton?"

"I was confused. I have some unused gems in my treasure house, which can be used to feed this dragon."

The mummy pharaoh crawled on the ground, without hesitation or thinking for too long, and directly made a bloody investment.

He had already seen that although this dragonling was a living creature, it was still the descendant of the holy dragon who killed and seized the head of the Immortal King, but given its status, the blood bat in front of him did not dare to do anything to him. This matter was most likely ordered by the Demon King.

It can be seen that the Demon King did not want to do anything to this dragonling by only allowing him to send skeleton cannon fodder.

If he could not move, he would of course take good care of the other party. Originally, with the dragon's diet, he did not need to spend so much money, but in the cemetery, where could he find the flesh and blood that normal creatures could eat to feed, so he could only bear the pain of bleeding and feed it with gems.

"Take good care of this dragon. If it loses a dragon scale, I'll give it your bones."

The blood princess, who had just been oppressed by the demon king, turned around and pressured her undead subordinates.

"Yes, yes, I will never let this dragon lose a dragon scale."

The mummy pharaoh repeatedly assured him. He had seen that the upper echelons of the tomb treated this young dragon as an ancestor. If so, what else could he say?

So, Teramus, who gritted his teeth and insisted, soon discovered that some alien skeletons using gemstone weapons appeared in the hands of the skeleton guards who emerged continuously, but the inlay of these gemstones was very rough, without any skills, and even one-tenth of the effect of the gemstones was not brought into play.

"What a waste! Even an alchemist apprentice shouldn't make such rubbish!"

Tyramus looked at the red ruby ​​inlaid in the spinal axe in front of him. This was a fire-attributed gem of ordinary quality, but it was inlaid in the bone.

Of course, now was not the time to lament about these things. For him, this gem was like a long drought and a sweet rain. It came at the right time. Although it was a pity, he still had to eat it for survival.

Crack~

When the young golden dragon took the gem off, opened his mouth and swallowed it, a warm current rose from his abdomen, and in a short time, most of the fatigue and sleepiness were driven away.

So, Tyramus became lively again and continued to fight. Although he couldn't figure out how he suddenly fell from his father's palace to the Demon King's City, now was not the time to think about these things.

However, as the battle continued, Tyramus noticed something different, because he found that whenever he felt tired and sleepy, a few skeletons using gem weapons would appear in the group of skeletons besieging him for him to kill.

The appearance of these skeletons not only did not bring him any threat, but instead brought him gem supplies, allowing him to recover in time.

These gem weapons also have a very common feature, that is, they are useless. The gems embedded on them are not much different whether they are safe or not. It's like they are deliberately sending him gems.

Although Telramus is young, his innate dragon heritage has given him the most basic thinking and logic. He keenly noticed that something was wrong.

This is too fake. It was obviously the devil who abducted him to the devil's city, but after he was thrown into the prison, he was besieged by a group of skeleton soldiers who could not pose a threat to him as long as he resisted.

So, after ten days of fighting, Telramus, who was extremely tired and sleepy, swallowed a few gems that were deliberately sent to him again, rolled up his body, curled up, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

At first, there was a group of skeleton soldiers wielding bone knives and hitting him, but soon, these skeleton soldiers who kept coming retreated like a tide.

"Good night!"

Finding that it was just as he expected, Tyramus closed his eyes and whispered, and fell asleep completely.